marital love

Three poles in the sun.

When Wen Yao woke up, staring at the unfamiliar room, she lost her mind for a moment, and only after realizing it later did she remember what she had done last night.

The sunlight coming in from the window was a bit dazzling, Wen Yao raised her hand to block it, and then her eyes suddenly stopped.

She looked at the fingerprints on her arm, which turned a little blue, and she could imagine that the man did not show mercy last night.

Her dull head and tired body are the best proof.

Just when he got up half of his body, he was so soft that he fell back directly.

Pick up the phone next to you and unlock the information.

Friend Ye Zhi is asking: How is it?
The corners of Wen Yao's lips tugged lightly, and he flicked the phone screen feebly: I'm asleep.

Ye Zhi: What does it feel like?

Wen Yao shallowly recalled last night, it seemed that it was quite turbulent at first, but then... hiss, she couldn't remember clearly when she was drunk.

Give a miserly evaluation: general.

A laughing emoji was sent from the other side: That's really wronged you. After finally sleeping with a man, it turned out that the life was not good.

Wen Yao also smiled: It's okay, after all, I feel refreshed.

Ye Zhi: That's right, after all, he is Wen Yumian's man, even thinking about it makes him feel exciting.

Wen Yao put down her phone and didn't reply. She stared at the ceiling, her eyelashes trembling.

The man last night was none other than her step-sister Wen Yumian, the perfect engagement partner whom she often talked about, the dream lover in the hearts of most women in Lingchuan, Yan Sui.

Men are nothing more than that.

A hint of sarcasm appeared on Wen Yao's face.

There was no one in the room, and it was unknown when the man left.

Wen Yao didn't care either, she wanted to get out of bed and go to the bathroom to take a shower, only to find that her clothes were still hanging loosely on her body.

When she got off the bed and landed on the ground, she raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Then she tried to walk two steps, and found that there was no discomfort. A thought came to her mind hesitantly. Could it be that man, no?

In a blink of an eye, Wen Yao put this thought behind her. In her opinion, even if it can't be raw rice, it can still be cooked.

Calling for new clothes again, Wen Yao found a deep tooth mark on the ankle of her right foot when she put on her high heels.

It's simply perverted, she silently denounced.

Instead of leaving directly, he found something from a certain corner of the wall, went to the monitoring and management office of the bar, and spent some time talking with the other party before uploading a video to his USB flash drive. Her gaze fell on the small thing, and a flash of "I must win" flashed in her eyes.

After taking the things, Wen Yao didn't stay at the bar too long, and went straight back to Wen's house. Just in time for Wen's house to have lunch, the servant who came and went called her respectfully and in a low voice, and then retreated to get busy.

Stepmother Jiang Shuliu sat on the sofa in her spare time, admiring the million-celadon celadon porcelain in her hand, she didn't react much when she came back, and glanced past her like a stranger.

Wen Yumian also happened to be coming down from the stairs at this time, and saw Wen Yao's lips curled into a smile, and her steps became more brisk, and when she reached her, she said in a strange way: "I thought my sister wasn't coming back today, and she didn't come back all night. I don’t know where I went, which is quite worrying.”

Wen Yao avoided her without a trace, raised her eyes to look over, her cold little face showed no emotion, and retorted in a flat tone: "Where I go is none of your business, if my sister is in a hurry, why don't you recite more books?" , I heard that you have postponed your graduation from college?"

An understatement made Wen Yumian unable to hold back her face, her complexion sank, her eyes no longer kind, she looked at Wen Yao sharply and sharply from head to toe, and smiled after a few seconds: "Naturally, I am not too close to you." It's a big relationship, if my sister doesn't know what's good or bad, I won't be able to blame anyone if things go wrong in the marriage."

After a pause, she said, "My sister didn't seem to be wearing this dress when she went out yesterday?"

Before Wen Yao could answer, she suddenly approached, lowered her voice, sneered, her eyes were full of sarcasm, "It smells like a wild man, could it be that he went out to steal a man last night?"

wild man.

Wen Yao chewed these three words carefully.

Being ridiculed like this, she didn't change her face, instead she raised her eyebrows slightly, revealing a bit of perverse ridicule and pity: "It's not my sister's turn to care, if my sister also wants a man, don't you still have an engagement partner?" , maybe if you take the initiative, he will be able to treat you differently."

These words made Wen Yumian's face suddenly ugly, like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, and the whole person became sharp: "Wen Yao, please clean up your mouth, A Xu is not the kind of person you think, don't Talk to him with your dirty tricks!"

Wen Yao smiled softly, and moved her shoulders subconsciously. Although the man looked like an embroidered pillow, he was still a man after all, and he was heavy handed. She needed to rest, and she didn't have time to spend time here with Wen Yumian.

The woman hooked her lips lazily, "Really, then congratulations, Dad found a good fiancé for you."

She emphasized the word "good" in a slow voice.

Wen Yao casually dropped such a sentence, brushed past Wen Yumian, and bumped her lightly, as if provocative.

Wen Yumian tightly clenched her hand, her nails stuck firmly in her palm, she turned her head suddenly, staring at Wen Yao's Shi Shiran gloomily, a feeling of deep jealousy welled up in her heart, and in an instant And fleeting.

She let out a long breath of foul air. It doesn't matter how proud Wen Yao is at this moment, what she owns is less than one ten-thousandth of what she has.

Just like a man, her engagement partner is the dignitary in Lingchuan, Yan Sui who is proud and outstanding, clean and self-sufficient.

And her Wen Yao's engagement partner is the depraved and vulgar illegitimate son of a well-known flamboyant young lady in Lingchuan's sensual scene, who matches her perfectly.

Thinking of this, Wen Yumian felt relieved, lifted her skirt, walked towards Jiang Shuliu, and took her hand with a smile: "Mom, what are you looking at?"

Jiang Shuliu looked up and looked at her more and more satisfied, "How old are you, and you still like to act like a baby so much."

"No way."

Jiang Shuliu patted the back of her hand: "Okay, go and see if your dad is back. Mom has something to announce during dinner."

As soon as Wen Yumian walked to the door, he heard the sound of a car, but after a while, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes strode in with a smile on his face.

"Dad, you are back. Mom and I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Wen Xuemin smiled even wider when he heard this, and said a few words of apology repeatedly.

"My sister is also at home. I don't know where to go to play until I came back just now. I know that my father will not come down to greet me when I come home."

When Wen Yao was mentioned, Wen Xuemin's smile obviously faded, his brows were frowned, and he didn't ask any more questions.

After all the dishes were served, there was still one person missing, so Jiang Shuliu sent someone to call Wen Yao with a gentle smile.

When Wen Yao came down in an orderly manner, Wen Xuemin's displeased eyes fell on her, with scrutiny and sternness: "You are a big sister, do you still look like a big sister! You have to be urged repeatedly for a meal. "

"It's not the first time, Dad, why are you angry?" Wen Yao retorted with a neutral sentence.

"Bastard!"

The atmosphere was a bit tense, and Jiang Shuliu, who was beside her, hurriedly comforted her: "Xuemin, why are you angry with a child, be careful not to get angry, Yaoyao didn't mean it."

"Yes, Dad, my sister is just not feeling well, it doesn't matter if we wait."

From the corner of her eye, Wen Yao glanced at the mother and daughter who were pretending to be hypocritical, and without waiting, she picked up the chopsticks on her own.

She was indeed hungry, and if they didn't eat, they would watch her eat.

Wen Xuemin was so angry that he wanted to slap the table, but was stopped by Jiang Shuliu.

After that, the atmosphere was a little depressing.

Jiang Shuliu glanced at Wen Yao, who was eating calmly and calmly, and then spoke kindly at the right time, and said with a bit of superiority: "Xuemin, are you free tonight? I made an appointment with the Yan family today, saying that we will be together Have a light meal so that Mianmian can get along with that kid Huaixu more."